this summer i want to change everything

RIVERDALE MEME.
episodes 1-4 / ( change pronouns as needed. )

CHAPTER 1: THE RIVER’S EDGE

  • “i’ve been thinking about us.”
  • “i’m asking you now if you love me.”
  • “of course i love you, ____. but i can’t give you the answer you want.”
  • “one summer can change everything.”
  • “it’s about following your heart, right?”
  • “as long as you don’t give up your passion.”
  • “eventually, there will be a reckoning.”
  • “that entitlement you wear on your head like a crown? it won’t last.”
  • “are you scared, ____?”
  • “don’t freak out. just trust me.”
  • “i’m breakfast at tiffany’s, but this place is strictly in cold blood.”
  • “he was looking for the girl next door. instead, he found me.”
  • “you wanted fire? sorry, _________. my specialty’s ice.”
  • “just… talk to her. it could go a long way. would have gone a long way with me.” 
  • “you are so perfect. i’ll never deserve you.”

CHAPTER 2: A TOUCH OF EVIL

  • “romeo and juliet are the exception, not the rule.”
  • “once again, fate throws us together.”
  • "sardonic humour is just my way of relating to the world.”
  • “what? what are you going to do?”
  • “i’m not. i want to be. i thought i could be. but it’s too much, too fast.”
  • “what do you know about it, _____? or about me, even?”
  • “he wasn’t perfect. but he always tried to do the right thing.”
  • “sometimes a friend is better than a boyfriend.”
  • “why don’t we both just do that bro thing where we nod like douches & mutually suppress our emotions?”
  • “is there something you want to tell me, pal?”
  • “did you & _______ kill him together?”
  • “i’m alone.”
  • “we’re not gonna hug in front of the entire town.”
  • “it’s like there was a train that was going to the rest of my life. & i just… missed it.”
  • “it is not my fault he doesn’t like you.”

CHAPTER 3: BODY DOUBLE

  • "spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules.”
  • “i don’t follow rules, i make them. & when necessary, i break them.”
  • “nothing this bad was ever supposed to happen here.”
  • “you don’t want to slow down, do you?”
  • “they have zero remorse for the lives they destroy.”
  • “does he not know who i am?”
  • “i’d love to stay. but i gotta shake down an evil adventure scout.”
  • “not bad.”
  • “maybe i don’t know _______.”
  • “you came through for me. in a way no one else ever has before.”
  • “i would’ve done anything to protect _____.”
  • “i saw the way you looked at me. … you’re hiding something.”
  • “maybe we should slow it down a little.”
  • "she’s right.”
  • “would i have complete freedom?”

CHAPTER 4: THE LAST PICTURE SHOW

  • “where did you find all of this?”
  • “oh, i’m already there!”
  • “you’re right. i’m selfish, & i’m stupid.”
  • “make some room, outcasts.”
  • “what’s next, selling her hair extensions?”
  • “it’s off-brand & sends a false message about acceptance.”
  • “shut the hell up, or you’ll find out!”
  • “i just hate when people disrespect my cinematic experience.”
  • "i’ll figure it out. i always do.”
  • “you are not the things you said.” 
  • “you’re not stupid. this wasn’t your fault.”
  • “i have a strong inkling.”
  • “threatened, much?”
  • “i learned that from the nancy drew detective handbook.”
  • “if you really are my friend, you’ll drop this.”
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oh noooo school time already?!! 

well jasper is absolutely DREADING it lmao, i think pearl will have to drag her butt into class every day. meanwhile, pearl is thoroughly reviewing the class schedule and curriculum, making sure they have all their books and trying to make it sound appealing (and totally failing lol)

one direction's song titles
as sung by one direction
one direction's song titles

(an updated version of this post

what makes you beautiful / gotta be you / one thing / more than this / up all night / i wish / tell me a lie / taken / i want / everything about you / same mistakes / save you tonight / stole my heart / stand up / moments / another world / na na na / i should’ve kissed you / forever young / live while we’re young / kiss you / little things / cmon cmon / last first kiss / heart attack / rock me / change my mind / i would / over again / back for you / they dont know about us / summer love / shes not afraid / loved you first / nobody compares / still the one / truly madly deeply / magic / irresistible /one way or another / best song ever / story of my life / diana / midnight memories / you & i / dont forget where you belong / strong / happily / right now / little black dress / through the dark / something great / little white lies / better than words / why dont we go there / does he know / alive / half a heart / steal my girl / ready to run / where do broken hearts go / 18 / girl almighty / fools gold / night changes / no control / fireproof / spaces / stockholm syndrome / clouds / change your ticket / illusion / once in a lifetime / act my age / home / hey angel / drag me down / perfect / infinity / end of the day / if i could fly / long way down / never enough / olivia / what a feeling / love you goodbye / i want to write you a song / history / temporary fix / walking in the wind / wolves / am / just cant let her go

Okay but does Raven being the Spring Maiden change like Everything™ for anyone else?

Like. I need to know how long she’s been the Spring Maiden. Because if its been for as long as I think it has, it could explain so, so much? 

If she left after Yang was born because she didn’t want to run the risk of her dying and it transferring the burden of power to her daughter? If that’s also why she kept her distance? If her being the Spring Maiden has anything to do with Summer getting killed? 

slkgdlksgn I have so many questions

The Party Part 3 (Reggie x Reader)

Part 1  Part 2

A/N: The long awaited part three. Sorry it took so long to put up.

 “Here put this on your jaw” You told Reggie as you handed him a bag of frozen peas from your freezer. There was a nasty purple bruise starting to form from where Archie had hit him hours before. That wasn’t all as his eye was starting to swell shut also.

“Are you serious?” Reggie asked bewildered.

“You’re a football player, are you telling me that you never had to put something frozen on you before?” You huffed. Reggie shook his head and grumbled something under his breath and placed the peas on his jaw but not for long as he hissed the minute it touched.

“Reg, I know it’s hurts but if you want the swelling to go down you’ll handle the pain”

“Whatever” He placed it back on his jaw and laid back on his bed, closing his eyes or his eye to forget the pain.

“What happened anyway?” You asked after a moment of silence,  fingers running through his hair.

“A fight”

“I know that smart one but why? How did you guys start fighting in the first place? Was it about me?”

“Obviously babe, no offensive. I umm..  I was the one who started it”

“You what?” You asked shocked, you knew Reggie was a shit starter but you didn’t think he would of done it with your brother knowing what had went down.

“I’m sorry you know but I couldn’t let it go on any longer. I can’t stand to see you so upset and this fight between you guys was killing you. You can’t tell me it wasn’t because I know it was.” You let out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding. He had done it for you but it didn’t make it any better. “I knew how to push Archies buttons so I did. Don’t punish him for this, just me” You shook your head at Reggie and let a smile come across your face.

“I’m not happy about this but honestly what did you say?” Reggie sighed before he answered

“The boys were talking crap. I didn’t understand at the time but Jughead did so when he teased me I got pissed. Archie could tell and try to stop but I led them on, saying things about how good  you’re in bed. I knew he would fight me then. Who would want someone talking about their sister that way.”

“You’re idiot sometimes you know that right?”

“Yeah the pain proves it”

“It’s the thought that counts babe so thank you for that. No matter what you said about me I still love you”

“I love you too but you really need to talk to Andrews. I’ll be fine so go on” Reggie said trying to push you off the bed.

“Are you sure?” You asked getting to your feet, and fixing your wrinkled dress.

“Yes go” You gave Reggie a kiss on his cheek before you headed out on your walk back home. This would give you some time to think everything over in your head before you met with reality.

 “I’m home” You shouted as you walked into your house. It’s been days since you been here and it felt nice.

“About time” You looked up to see where the sound came from and saw Archie standing in the kitchen, icing his hand.

“You got a mean punch” You said jokily trying to break this uncomfortable mood.

“Serious? You’re going to make jokes” Archie just shook his head and try to push his way out of the kitchen but you blocked the way.

“I just want you to lighten up”

“Me really? Nice going sis” He passed you and headed for the stairs.

“Please I just want to talk” Archie turned to face you again, his face was clearly showing anger.

“What could you possibly have to say to me? That you hooked up with the one person I can’t stand or is it that YOU LOVE HIM? Please if you want to talk just do it already because we both know you’re mad at me.”

“Seems like it’s just you mad at me” You let out and Archie just rolled his eyes, not really knowing what to do. “I’m not mad at you. I know why you guys were fighting”

“Reggie?” You nodded.

“He told me he started it because he couldn’t stand to see us fight anymore. I’m sorry Arch I really am. I never meant for any of this to happened. It was supposed to be a one time thing that came from too much alcohol but it turned more” It was true Reggie and you had hooked up at Cheryl party over the summer and from there it turned into love. Hook ups at parties turned into late nights at Pop’s and sitting down by the river telling each others, your guys hopes and dreams. It was never suppose to be anything more but you found something you didn’t want to let go of.

“I love him Arch and nothing is going to change that. Not you, not dad, not anyone. I’m not going to wish for anyone else because he’s all I need and I’m not sorry for that.” Archie stare at you but not with wide eyes just his normal look. He was speechless from everything you had said. The look in your eyes as you talked about Reggie made him feel sorrow and guilt from all of the events that had happened lately. He didn’t like it but at the end of the day he wanted his sister by his side even if it meant dealing with the one person he couldn’t stand.

“Forgive me?”  You begged with tears forming in your eyes from your anxiety.

“Only if you forgive me” Archie said with a smile on his face and he held out his hand that wasn’t injury. You took it and hugged him tightly.

“Were even then”

“We are”

“So ummm Pizza?”  You asked

“If you’re paying” You were already in the kitchen getting the phone when Archie spoke up

“Maybe you could invited Reggie?” He said with a shugg.

“Probably wouldn’t be able to see to get here.” Archie laughed at your respond

“Yeah I guess I hit him a little too hard”

“Just a little” You knew then that everything was going to be okay in the Andrews household even when Mantle came around.

I feel like I constantly change with the seasons. In the summer, I am brimming with passion and energy; I just want to be in the sun, in the water, in the dirt. Laughing, playing, dreaming. Then autumn’s chill kiss makes me quieter, more contemplative. I walk the streets as the early afternoon darkens, basking in the scent of the first logs burning. I always feel happiest here; everything seems newer, crisper. It’s as if that final sunburn erases any evidence of the months before. The frost on the car windows gradually gets thicker as the nights grow longer and the morning air now burns. I get lost not outside, but within the vast, limitlessness of my mind. I spend a lot of time staring at people from behind my coffee, imagining where they’re going or what they do. I also spend a lot of time staring at the stars; the winter sky is my favorite. It’s darker and brighter, all at once.  And then, just as I begin to forget what it feels like to go outside naked, the poppies begin to bloom. The golden, brown fields begin to turn vibrant green. I feel the youth of the blossoming world around me and prepare again to be wild.

mercy

Genre: Angst

Length: 4.2k words

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader/Jimin

Summary: You knew the relationship was falling apart, you just couldn’t accept it.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Yoongi whispered.

I looked at him in disbelief. The tears that were threatening to fall soon enough shamelessly came and for a second I thought I felt my heart actually break. Deep down, I wanted everything to be a joke, I wanted this to be some sort of sick prank. But looking at Yoongi’s face, I knew it was far from that.

“Why did you do it?” I asked looking down. He stayed quiet, not daring to look at me, and after what felt like hours he took a deep breath.

“I honestly don’t know Y/N,” he began “I wasn’t thinking at all.” I let out a sob.. Wasn’t thinking? What does he mean he wasn’t thinking? Is he meaning to tell me that I didn’t cross his mind not once?

“I-It was more than just sex with her Y/N, as much as she seems to be bitch to everyone she isn’t bad. I don’t know what to do. I already lost so much by doing this.” He added as he turned to look at me.

My heart shattered. The only thing worse than getting cheated on is, having the person who cheated on you not wanting to fix it. We were invincible. Since I was 15 I vowed to commit to him and overcome any obstacles that life threw at us. Every fight we had was resolved by the end of the day because we never went to sleep mad at each other. But now, years later I never thought anything would change. And to be honest.. I was too naive to think this would last forever. Yoongi always had eyes for me, he always thought about me before he made a decision. Looking into the eyes of the love of your life and not seeing a spark anymore is heartbreaking. To feel like I was not worth fighting for anymore made me feel worthless.

“I love you Y/N, I still want you around.” Yoongi said breaking me out of my thoughts. “Even if we’re not together you will always be mine.” he added. My body went numb, my mind went blank. I looked at him and smiled. “I’ll never leave Yoongi.”

The next couple weeks were gloomy. Even though Yoongi never stopped talking to me, every night always ended with an argument, which resulted in him blocking me and ignoring me until he felt like talking to me again. Meanwhile I was constantly surrounded by a dark cloud that didn’t leave. I barely got out bed. And when I did, I would find any reason to go back to my hole of self pity. I didn’t eat much anymore and only got a couple hours of sleep at night. Constant thoughts attacked my mind telling me I wasn’t good enough to keep him, that he was better off without me, that I needed him. And as crazy as it sounds, I wanted him back more than anything. I wanted to have another chance to show that I can be a better girlfriend to him, better than her. I never asked about her. I didn’t want to know anything about her. The one girl who managed to make him do this. And from what I heard she wasn’t with Yoongi because she liked him. Anyone can tell she was just using him, but he was too blind to see that. She had him wrapped around her little finger and still slept with any guy she wanted, while Yoongi pretended that he didn’t know. And that’s what killed me.

It was around 10:30pm when Yoongi called. I mentally cursed at myself for answering so quickly, “Hey,” I said. “Hey babygirl, just wanted to hear your voice.” I could feel my face turn red and softly smiled at his words. “I miss you.” I said. For the next two hours we were on the phone and for once I was happy.

“Are you free tomorrow?” I ask. As much as I wanted to give him space, I wanted to see him.

I hear him heavily sigh and I already knew what was coming. “I’m sorry Y/N, I want to see you as much as you do but-” he mumbled. My heart sank and a feeling of sadness came over me. “Yeah I get it, she means more to you than I ever did.” I replied. “Please don’t start Y/N we were talking just fine.” he said.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “News flash, I haven’t been fine since you chose her over me, you only knew her for a week.”

“STOP. Y/N goddammit don’t fucking start again.” He yelled out. I could hear his breathing increase and I knew him well enough to know he was pissed.

“Why are you doing this to me huh Yoongi? Was I that fucking horrible to you that you had to do this to me?” I cried. Again tears rolled down my face and I started sobbing.

“I’m not dealing with this tonight.” He said and hung up.

Fucking asshole. That’s what he’s good at, ignoring me and running away from his problems. I dialed his number again hoping he could pick up but soon realized he blocked my number. I began to panic knowing very well I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight if he was ignoring me.

For the next hour I constantly called hoping he would unblock me but I had no luck. My sobbing increased and I began to feel suffocated in my apartment. I just wanted to run, I wanted to run until I couldn’t feel the pain anymore, I wanted to disappear. I knew I was pathetic doing this to myself. But I couldn’t help it, Min Yoongi destroyed me.

I couldn’t take being inside anymore and left my apartment to clear my head. It was almost midnight and although it wasn’t a good idea to be walking at this hour, I didn’t care. The night air made me shiver and I decided not to go very far considering it was cold. I walked to the gym right by my apartment and sat at the side of the building. I tried dialing Yoongi again, and sure enough he didn’t pick up. I put my phone back in my pocket and buried my face in my hands and cried. Why wasn’t I good enough for him anymore? Why am I still around for him begging him to come back when it’s not what he wants anymore? I was deeply in love with him to even think about moving on, and he knew that.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out this late crying.” A voice said, that made your head snap up.

My eyes met the face of a stranger, a very attractive stranger.

I quickly wiped my tears away and stood up backing away from him,  “Ahh I’m sorry” I replied flustered.

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” I smiled at him. “That’s good to hear, but what could you possibly be doing out here this late?” I asked sarcastically.

He motioned toward the gym “I work here, on my break.”

I looked at him confused. “Isn’t it too late to for a gym to be opened?” I replied. 

“It’s opened 24/7, I work the night shifts.” He said. I nodded at him and sat back down.

“Now if you don’t mind me asking, why were you crying?” He asked.

I bit my lip and tried to come up with some random excuse. “Umm it’s just tha-” I started to say.

“Boyfriend troubles?” He blurted.   

I chuckled, “Something like that.”

“Mind telling me about it?” He asked.

I looked away sighing. “Honestly.. I’m not ready to talk about it just yet, but long story short he cheated on me.. and somehow I can’t let him go.”

“By the looks of you crying it seems like he doesn’t want the same.” He said.

“It’s.. complicated.” I answered, “He chose her but he still wants me around.”

He looked at me, “I know I barely met you but you shouldn’t give him the satisfaction of still being there for him. You’re worth more than that.”

Tears began forming and I nodded. We both sat in silence for what felt like forever until he stood and offered his hand to help me up.

“I hate to leave you alone but I have to get back to work.” He sadly said.

“Right, sorry.” I mumbled and began to make my way home.

“Before you go, I didn’t get your name” He said

“Oh right, it’s Y/N.” I answered.

He smiled at me, “Y/N, the name suits you.”

I laughed, “Thanks?”

“I’m Jimin by the way”

It was around three days later when Yoongi texted you.

“I miss you Y/N, I’m sorry about everything.”

I stared at the text for the longest time and debated on replying or not. And about an hour later I gave in and replied. This was a cycle, he always apologized after ignoring me for days, knowing I would be waiting. Dammit why was I so weak when it came to him? It was like he had me under a spell and I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Can I come over right now?” another text read.

I answered a quick yes and made my way to the shower so I can look like I wasn’t miserable the past few weeks. About 30 minutes later he was at the door.

“Hey babygirl.” He said smiling.

I felt my cheeks getting hot “Hey Yoongi.” I said while leading him inside.

He took off his jacket and shoes and made himself comfortable.

I laughed to myself thinking back to memories when Yoongi would come over right after work tired and fall asleep on my bed. Or back to the first summer of us dating when he would be at my house and we would watch stupid reality TV shows, eating pizza, and enjoying each other’s company. Back when I was his everything, back when we were invincible. The older we got, the more I thought things were getting better. We were becoming more mature and we both knew what we wanted. A future together. I never expected months later for that to suddenly change.

I snapped back to reality when Yoongi cleared his throat. “Listen, I’m really sorry about-”

I stopped him, “No don’t worry about it, it was my fault.” I said quietly.

His face softened “No I shouldn’t have ignored you.”

“It’s fine..really.” I answered.

He forced a smile, “H-how have you been?” He asked.

“It doesn’t matter honestly-”

“It does matter Y/N, even if you don’t believe it, I care so much.” He stated.

I started biting my nails, it was a really bad habit of mine. But whenever I get nervous I don’t know what else to do.

“You’re nervous.” He said.

I looked up embarrassed “I-I’m sorry.”

He cupped my face in hands and looked me in the eyes, “It’s me Y/N, your Yoongi don’t be nervous around me.”

He crashed his lips into mine and before I could process what was happening, I realized I was kissing him back. He deepened the kiss and before I knew it I was reaching to take his shirt off.

He stopped me. “Do you want this as bad as I do?”

I nodded and continued kissing him and led him to my bedroom.

I woke up hours later to the sound of Yoongi’s phone ringing. I groaned and nudged him to wake up to answer the phone. To my surprise however, he declined it. I shot him a confused look, “Shouldn’t you answer her?”

He shook his head, “I just want to enjoy our time together right now.” I smiled and he wrapped me in his arms. As much as I hate the situation we’re in, being with him is the only thing that can make me happy.

“I want to try and end things with her.”

My head snapped up at his sudden words, “Do you really?” I asked.

“I don’t know what I’m doing Y/N, I want to make things right for us so bad.”

“Yoongi, you know what to do to fix this.” I said softly.

He stayed quiet for a long time. I didn’t care though, just the simple words he said made me see that maybe just maybe.. it was worth waiting around for him. The sleepless nights, endless crying, everything could finally stop.

“I’m going to see her soon and I promise that I will fight for us.”

“Forever and always right?” I said.

“Forever and always.”

The next couple of days were a breeze. I managed to catch up on sleep which I’ve been so badly. I went out with friends after canceling so many times when I was down. Yoongi and I were talking just like before. I was happy. I knew it was going to take some time for us to get back together and I was happy to wait as long as he fought for us. Although I was waiting for the message informing me that he finally left her, I didn’t want to seem like I was pressuring him.

I was laying on my couch catching up on shows I’ve missed while eating ice cream, when I got a text from Namjoon asking to hang out. I smiled at myself and instantly replied telling him yes. My heart dropped suddenly remembering how much I have been shutting him out ever since this happened. Namjoon worked in the music industry and was extremely busy but he always made time for his best friend. We grew up together and he was always the one person I went to when I needed someone. Namjoon always acted like an older brother to me, a very overprotective brother I must add. When I first started dating Yoongi you can bet he didn’t approve, but as time passed he eventually accepted him. I instantly felt a wave of guilt realizing I hadn’t even told him about what happened between Yoongi and I. He knew me well enough to know that there’s something wrong just by the look on my face. I debated with myself on calling him and telling him that something came up, but I knew that would only make it worse- I never canceled on Namjoon, no matter how busy I was. Even though I wanted to avoid talking about it, I knew I had to tell my best friend. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my phone buzz besides me.

“Let’s go to dinner then? Usual place :)” the text read. I laughed to myself knowing that no matter how more successful he got, he still loved our tradition of going out for a greasy slice of pizza and a beer. I sent a quick reply and dashed to the shower to start getting ready. “Goodness Y/N what are you going to tell Namjoon?” I thought to myself. I knew I couldn’t keep this from him, he would only blame himself saying he wasn’t there enough. I quickly put together an outfit and applied makeup to look a bit more alive. Thirty minutes later, I was finally ready and out the door to my car. Well…it’s now or never.

I got to our favorite pizza place and ordered food for the both of us. Namjoon was always late, even if it was something really important. Ever since we were kids he had a habit of showing up late. I didn’t mind though and took our food to an empty table. I occupied myself with my phone and it wasn’t until 15 minutes later that he finally got here. “Y/N I’m so glad to see you!” Namjoon happily says. My face lights up and I immediately give him the biggest hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” I say as we both sit down, “I know I’m so sorry I’ve been so busy.” He replies with a slight frown on his face. I shot him a look, “Don’t worry, I understand just don’t forget about your best friend.”

“Never will” He says while taking a bite of his food.  I smiled and started eating, “So how’s work been?” “Tiring, busy, you name it.. I don’t care much since I’m doing something I love.” He happily replied.

“I’m proud of you and I’m so glad to hear that.” I say while taking a sip of my soda.

For the next hour we talked about memories when we were younger and catching up with each other. I completely forgot about what has been going on with me since I was so happy being with my best friend. That is, until the dreaded question came.

“So how are things going with Yoongi?” He curiously asked. My face instantly dropped and I frowned. “F-Fine, we are doing fine.” I quietly answered.

Namjoon raised his eyebrow at me and scanned my face long and hard, “You’re not telling me the truth.” He stated. I didn’t answer him and instead looked down and started biting my nails.

“You’re nervous Y/N what’s wrong?” At this point I felt the tears forming in my eyes and I felt like I was going to barf all the food I had just ate. I didn’t want to tell him, but at the same time I did. My heart was racing and my head felt like it was going to explode.

“Y/N what the hell happened?” He asked again. I sighed, “I just… we broke up but we’re trying to work things out.”

“Why did you guys break up?” He quickly asked.

“I don’t know.” I lied. I gulped hoping he would believe me but I knew there was no way he would. If I told him what Yoongi did, Namjoon would not let me anywhere close to him.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N.” I could tell he was losing patience.

“Namjoon-” I began.

“Tell.ME.”

“He cheated on me.” I murmured avoiding to meet his gaze.

Silence. For a while there was just silence. I refused to look up and say anything else. I was embarrassed, scared, I felt pathetic.

My head shot up when I heard Namjoon chuckle. I looked at him confused not knowing what to say, I met his eyes and boy was he pissed.

“You’re telling me that you’re willing to make things work with him again?” He rhetorically asked.

“I know you’re upset and I don’t blame you for it, but I’m willing to stay until he leaves her.” I mumbled.

His eyes widened and his face turned red, “LEAVES HER? You mean he left you for some girl? And you’re still around?” He started yelling.

Tears started falling down my face “Please don’t be upset.” I choked out.

He snorted, “Upset? Nope. I’m furious. It’s taking everything I have not to leave right now and kill that bastard.”

“Namjoon-”

“No Y/N, I am not going to let you sit there and stick around until he decides to fucking value you. You deserve to find happiness and all he is doing is causing you pain.” I didn’t say anything and instead stayed quiet. He stood up and led me out the restaurant. “Let’s get you home.”

I nodded and followed him out, the cold air hit me as soon as we got out the door and I immediately regretted not bringing a sweater with me. I looked down on my phone and I saw missed calls from Yoongi. I bit my lip in confusion considering he never calls me. I decided I’d get back to him once I got home.

We made it to my car and I looked up at my best friend. Disappointment was written all over his face and I took a deep breath.

“Can we please talk tomorrow Y/N? I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“Of course. I’m sorry for ruining our night.”

He gave me a sympathetic look, “Stop, I haven’t been around much and I’m sorry for that. I promise I’ll be there more regardless of my job. I need to protect my best friend.”

I smiled at him, “Love you Joonie, get home safe?”

“Text me once you’re home alright?” He added while opening my car door.

“I will,” I said while giving him the biggest hug.

As soon as I stepped into my apartment I dialed Yoongi before doing anything else. To my surprise he didn’t answer and I frowned. I quickly sent him a text and got ready for bed. As I was just about to close my eyes, my phone rang. Groaning, I reached over and picked up without even checking who it was.

“Hello?” I groggily say.

“Y/N are you up?” The other person said and I instantly knew the voice.

“I was just about to fall asleep Yoongi, but what’s up?” I replied.

He sighed, “Can we talk?”

I frowned at the sound of his voice, “uh sure.”

“I’ll be at your place in 10 minutes.” And with that, he hung up.

Before I knew it there was knocking on the door and I immediately got up to open the door.

Yoongi looked tired, saddened, and just… different. He awkwardly walked in with his head down and I knew something was wrong. My stomach dropped, “What’s wrong Yoongi?” I whispered and reached out to hold his hand. He flinched and pulled back without looking up at me.

He let out a deep breath, “I’m sorry Y/N.”

And that’s when my world came crashing down again.

The sound of rain against my window helped distract me from my endless thoughts of pure emptiness. I continued to play with the food that I didn’t even bother to eat and sat in silence.

It had been weeks that I had a decent meal, much less smiled. I debated many times calling Namjoon, but I always fought against that thinking he was too busy. He checked in a couple times over text but I was good at feeding him lies on how I was okay. Although he was my best friend, I just didn’t want to burden him again.

The day Yoongi came, I knew he changed his mind about coming back to me. He still texted though, and I knew that I was hurting myself way more by still sticking around. Soon enough text messages came almost once a week and I could  tell he was distancing himself. What made things worse was that he flaunted his new relationship on social media, and that hurt more than anything. Yoongi was never one to brag about someone, unless the person meant a lot to him.

I was laying on my bed after coming home from a night with my friends and I was happy considering I haven’t felt this alive for about three months. I tried my best to shut the thought of him out of my head and I did what I thought was best… move on. I constantly told myself that nothing will bring me back to how I was when I was so low and needed to be strong. I was getting ready for bed and I checked my phone one last time before I decided to sleep.

And that was a big mistake. My heart dropped as I paused on a post Yoongi had uploaded of them together. I felt my throat close and tears well up in my eyes, fuck. Why the hell does this shit affect me so much? Before I knew it I was sobbing and all the feelings I was trying to avoid came rushing back. Without thinking I threw some shoes on and ran out my front door not caring how loud I slammed it. I was halfway down the street when I realized I forgot my phone and I sighed. I quickly figured I didn’t need it and continued walking. I eventually made it to the spot next to the gym I always came too and sat down breathing in the cool air. My mind began to wander and my thoughts were interrupted by a cough next to me. I shot my head up and met Jimin’s face. “Haven’t seen you in awhile.” He says. “Almost thought you got back with him.” He added. I looked away not responding, it’s almost pathetic how bad I wish that was what happened.

I heard him awkwardly sit next to me and from the corner of my eye I can see he was thinking on what to say next.  

“Please don’t feel sorry for me” I mumble while trying to blink the tears forming in my eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

“Honestly? No. I don’t. I want everything to be okay with us, I want things to be how they were back then. I want him to be happy with just me.” I admitted. “Do you know how stupid I feel? How pitiful I look?”

“You’re not stupid for wanting that, you have every right to feel all these emotions. But Y/N please don’t let him have so much control over you. He’s not worth it.” He grabbed my face and made me look at him, “Please Y/N.” He pulled me in for a hug and just as I was about to answer him a deep voice beat me to it.

“What the hell is going on?”

I panicked quickly getting up and moving away from Jimin. “Yoongi?” I practically yelled.

Shit.


author’s note: ahhh i really hope you guys liked it! I am not confident in my writing yet but i’m getting there! i wrote this after my relationship fell apart, and although I’m still getting over it, writing makes me feel so much better. 

talk about you (like you put the stars in the sky)

(written for @ransomweek and also @hoenursey bc i promised i would)

“We’re gonna die,” Nursey says, clinging to Ransom’s hand as they make their way up the trail. “Babe. We’re literally gonna die.”

Ransom laughs. “We’re not gonna die, Derek.”

He doesn’t need to turn around to know that Nursey’s making a face at his back. “You only call me Derek when we’re in bed or you’ve convinced me to do something terrible.”

“That is–” Ransom thinks about it. “Huh. Goddamn, bro, you’re right.”

There’s a sudden scramble and a yelp, and Nursey’s grip on Ransom’s hand jerks. Random turns in time to catch him by the elbow as he slips. “I told you,” Nursey whines, letting Ransom help him back up. “We’re gonna die. What the fuck made you think hiking at night was a good idea?”

Random grins, leaning forward. There’s enough moonlight trickling through the trees for him to find Nursey’s nose, and he plants a kiss on it. “The fact that I’ve done this with my dad and sisters since I was a kid,” he says, “and I wanted to show my city boyfriend the view.”

“It’s dark,” Nursey protests, letting Ransom start tugging him gently up the trail again. “How’re we supposed to see anything?”

“Baby, you know what night vision is. Now you’re whining just to whine.”

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Me, before relationship: really into hermit time, dislikes spring and summer, dislikes the countryside, hates singing, hates other people singing, hates yellow, loves black, loves red lipstick, is into being bitter and really, really into fandom and being skinny.

Me, in relationship: has realized excess hermit time is sign of depression, suddenly looks forward to spring, wants to move to the countryside and raise a goat, makes up silly songs for everything (complete with improvised dances), suddenly likes yellow flowers, prefers pink to red lipstick, is annoyed with bitterness, has no interest in fandom, and is really into baking things with butter. 

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FINALLY DONE! This summer I worked at Zara and I wanted to draw my all team to thanks them for their welcome! Some of them were really kind, some were… ok ^^ And I also needed to practice a little because i haven’t done a lot of drawings during my “vacations” :p 

You are more than 4K following me!!! that’s CRAAAAAAAZZZZZYYYY thank you sooo much for the support it really motivates me :D (by the way sorry for the poor english T-T) I would like to add an “ask” link on my tumblr theme without changing everything…but I don’t know how… but I will find (: !

Galra Like Me
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Galra Like Me

i’ve had this “Strangers Like Me” parody from Tarzan written up about Galra Keith since last summer I just never got around to actually doing it lol. i wanted to give myself 3 hours to do this tonight, but it took me 4 in the end with mixing! 

as usual, everything you hear is done by yours truly (including the backing track + arrangement). enjoy!

Does it matter where I am from?
I’m a paladin just like them.
Would things feel the way they feel right now or change? 

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What’s going on with my biphobic roommate: Explained

So if you guys don’t know I started my freshman year of college (university) about 2 weeks ago. I was assigned a random roommate because I wanted more experience with getting along with others. Some background info to my college: it is a generally very liberal college that support the LGBT community and I chose to live in gender neutral housing that was inclusive to LGBT+ students. 

I matched with my roommate over the summer and we seemed to get off generally well. We never had many differences and everything seemed fine. I told her IN JUNE that I was bisexual so that she wouldn’t be freaked out or if she was she would have the opportunity to change roommates. I told her OUT Of COURTESY. Once I told her she assured me that I was fine and that she had been the president of her high school’s GSA. I thought “oh okay that seems fine”

Move in day comes in the end of August, my roommate had moved in a few days before because she came early for some sort of program. I don’t talk to her until 5pm in the afternoon. She gives me a hug and say hi and she walks off. I pretty much have zero interaction with this girl. That night I go to my student lounge to drink tea, this is where shit pops off. I’m sitting there talking to a girl when a guy joins the conversation. We start talking about roommate impressions and he says this “OMG one of my friends roommates is apparently a creepy lesbian” He then goes on to list several very personal facts about me that make it clear that he’s talking about me. I ask “Is this friend ___(insert name of my roommate)” He says yes. Then I say “You’re talking about me, wtf”

It turns out that roommate has been spreading a rumour that I’m a predatory lesbian that’s been hitting on her and trying to get with her over text for months. 1. I never hit on her because she’s straight. 2. I don’t find her attractive 3. we hadn’t really talked about anything other than stuff we needed for the room.

I confront my roommate about these claims the next day and she starts bursting into tears giving an obviously fake ass story about how she would never say such things because she’s also bisexual (????) and she loves the lgbt community. Firstly, being bisexual doesn’t negate homophobia or internalized biphobia. Secondly, the story in her defense was so confusing and obviously fake that it was obvious she had been caught in a lie. 

So at this point I had talked to residential life and because there is no “proof” that she said these things I have to move if I want to get away from her. So what I’ve been doing is telling people all around campus what she’s done to me, anyone who will listen because apparently I have to flee a situation instead of the school stepping in. 

I’m going to talk to residential life again tomorrow because another person came up to me and asked if I was my roommate’s “creepy lesbian roommate”. Who knows what will happen, probably nothing because I have “no proof” 

That’s all as of now. 

After months of struggling, an impulse decision puts you on the road from Sioux Falls to Lawrence Kansas, hoping that your father, Bobby Singer, will take you in for the summer.  A breath of fresh air. A change of scenery. But little did you know, this summer was going to change your life forever. 

A Dean x Reader AU Series. 

Warnings include: FLUFF, Angst, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Multiple Mentions of Suicide, Depression, Anxiety, Minor Alcohol Use. Mechanic!Dean. Others will be included at the beginning of each part. I don’t want to give everything away all at once. 

Part 1 coming June 20th 2017.

There is a total of 20 parts as of right now. All will be posted throughout the summer. 

Forevers Will NOT be included so please add yourself to the list. So if you get tagged in this post and want to be tagged in the series, you need to add yourself/send me an ask!!!
If you are on the Dean list, DO NOT add yourself to this list. 

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↪Title: A Goodbye Note

Pairing: Loser’s club/reader, Beverly/sister reader, slight stan/ reader

↪Summary: Life got too much for you in the small town of Derry. You needed something new. You needed to say goodbye. 

↪Author’s notes: Hey guys, remember, you can request at any time! And please do :)

Originally posted by beverlymarshisabadass

Beverly knew life wasn’t great. But she thought that maybe, just maybe, after her and her friends had defeated that damned clown, life would get better. She was wrong. 

The clown had ruined a lot of things for her, that summer included, but there’s one thing it made even better. Her relationship with her little sister, (y/n). Her sister was only a few months younger than her, just old enough to be in the same school grade as Bev. She didn’t look quite like Bev, and they both knew why. (Y/n) was the product of one of Mr. Marsh’s drunken outings, left at his doorstep by her estranged mother just days after being born. 

Beverly was always there to protect (y/n). After all, it was the two of them against the world. When their father got particularly bad, Beverly always made sure to take the brunt of the beatings. When bullying at school got bad, she always diverted the bully’s attention from (y/n) to herself. 

But here she was, and all of that- her whole life dynamic- had been swept out of the window, right under her nose. She should’ve known something was wrong when (y/n) stayed home from school. She never stayed home. Even that one time in third grade when she caught the flu, she hauled her ass over to the elementary school until the flu passed. Neither Marsh girl wanted to be caught in that house alone, without her sister. So, when (y/n) said she was gonna stay home, it should have raised some red flags in Beverly’s mind. But it didn’t. 

All the losers asked where (y/n) was that day. Bev told them she stayed home sick, and it didn’t sit well with any of them, but they didn’t voice these opinions. They all hung out shortly at the arcade after school, but the sun set earlier in November and they all had to go home sooner. 

Beverly knew something was wrong as soon as she stepped foot in the house. 

She knew her father wouldn’t be home yet, so she walked in easily, not masking her step, or shutting the door quietly. She was humming the tune of a song they were playing in the arcade before she left. But, when her humming stopped after she unlaced her boots, she noticed how eerily quiet the apartment was. Not only that, but not a single light was on in the apartment, not even the lamp in the living room that was always on. 

Panic started to rise in Beverly’s stomach, as she automatically assumed the worst. What if It was still kicking around down there in the sewers, and had gotten you while you were sick and vulnerable at home? What if it had already killed you, like it did mercilessly to little Georgie Denbrough?

Beverly ran to your room. The door was shut tightly, and no light shone through the crack under the door. A shiver ran down Beverly’s spine, as she timidly knocked on your door. 

“(Y/n)? How are you feeling?” she asked, her voice feeling far too loud in the unrelenting silence of the apartment. When she heard no reply, she decided she was going in. Twisting the knob, your door slowly pushed open, again, the creaking of the hinges feeling far too loud. 

Your bedroom was empty. 

Your bed was perfectly made, the top left corner of your blanket folded diagonally the way you always folded it. Everything else in your room was in order, the way it always was. But, one thing was out of place. The piece of paper left neatly in the center of your desk, the word ‘Beverly’ being big enough for the girl to make out from across the room. In three quick strides, the redhead made it to the desk, and was able to figure out that the piece of paper was indeed a note, for her. She picked it up, eyes scanning over the words. 

Dear Beverly, 

My sweet sister. Beverly, if there’s one thing I want you to know above all else, it’s that I love you with my whole heart. If there’s one thing I need you to take away from this letter, it’s that. I love you so much, and that will never change. But I had to leave. 

What we went through this summer, it was too much for me. I never said anything, because I didn’t want you to worry. But everything just keeps piling on. Henry Bowers and Greta Bowie, having to be in this house with dad every day. I can’t take it anymore, Bev. 

I thought about taking myself out. Ending it all. Finally being rid of this stupid dusty old town. But when I started being completely honest with myself, I knew I didn’t have the courage to do it. So, I decided to do the second best thing. I’m just leaving. Catching a train straight out of the state. I’m going anywhere but here. 

Maybe I’ll go to New York City. Could you imagine, Bev? All those skyscrapers. All the people. Broadway! The point is, I don’t want you to worry about me. I’m going to be fine, really. Tell the boys I’ll miss them so so so so so much. And also tell Richie to stop being a dick to everyone, and that he doesn’t have to try so hard, he’s already funny. And tell Eddie that he’ll grow taller one day. Tell Stan that whenever I see a pretty bird I’ll always think of him. Tell Mike that his baking always made a bad day better. Tell Ben that his music taste rocks, and I still have to poem he wrote for me. And tell Bill that the flannel he gave me is going to be keeping me warm at night. Tell them I love them. 

But most importantly, remember that I love you. You’ve been there for me every step of my entire life, and I’m sorry I’m leaving you like this. I swear, when I find somewhere new, I’m gonna come back for you. I’ll take you somewhere pretty, and you won’t have to see the sewers or our father ever again. Just hang in there. 

Love, 

(y/n)

By the time Beverly got to the last line, fat, hot tears were streaming down her face. She didn’t bother to wipe them away, she didn’t have the strength. Her knees buckled under her, and she didn’t even realize that she had fallen to the floor, harsh sobs wracking her body. That night, she fell asleep on the cold floor of her sister’s room, the note clutched to her chest. 

The next day, when Beverly showed up to the quarry (where they met every Saturday) alone yet again, the boys were immediately worried. However, when they got a look at Beverly’s distraught face, the worst thoughts started racing through their minds. Bill was the first to say something. 

“B-Bev, what happened? W-what’s wrong?” He asked, getting up and walking towards the redheaded girl. The rest of the boys followed suit, matching looks of concern on their faces.

 “(y/n),” Beverly whispered, her voice harsh from sobbing the entire night, “she’s gone. She ran away.” The words didn’t register with the boys right away. 

“What do you mean she ran away? Where did she go? Is it permanent? Fuck!” Richie started asked, hand going straight up to tug at his raven curls. At his words, tears started welling up in Beverly’s eyes once again. Wordlessly, she handed the note to the boy nearest to her, Stan. He started to read it, and when he reached the end, he was crying also. 

The boys quickly passed the note between themselves, and by the time they had all read it, there was not a dry eye left.

“What are you guys waiting for? We have to find her! We have to do something! We have to…,” Stan started yelling, but his own tears cut him off, and he sat on the ground, face in his hands. Everyone knew Stan had a soft spot for you, and vice versa. And currently, he felt like his heart was being ripped right out of his body. Bill sat down next to Stan and put an arm around him, trying desperately to comfort him. 

“There’s nothing we can do. This is what she wanted,” Bev said, not daring to look any of them in the eye, “if she wants to come back, she will. But for now, we have to let her go.”

It wasn’t easy, but they all knew she was right. You were never one who could be controlled. 

Tom Holland x Reader (Hogwarts AU)

Summary: You and Tom have been dating for months but no-one knows and when you want to tell people Tom doesn’t. How will it affect your relationship?

Words: 2776

A/N: I LOVE Harry Potter and I just got this idea so I thought why the hell not? It took way too long to write idek why. Hope you like it though and feel free to send in requests!




You could hear the audience cheer as the wall in front of you rolled up and the sunlight hit you. You hopped onto your broom and flew out on the field together with your team. You flew around the pitch before taking your place opposite the other team’s seeker. A boy with chestnut curls and chocolate brown eyes. Tom Holland. He was smirking at you.

“Oh look it’s miss Perfect. Hope I won’t make it too hard for you princess. I know how much you hate losing.”

You gave out an unimpressed huff at Tom’s comment. His teammates laughed.

“Yeah and hope you don’t get hit by the bludger like last time. I know how much you hate broken bones.”

The bludger had been coming your way in rocket speed. You had been too busy trying to catch the snitch to notice so Tom swooped in and took the hit for you. He had broken his arm but he said it was worth it because he had saved you in the process.

Your teammates were the ones laughing now. Tom’s smirk fell. He didn’t have time to answer before Madame Hooch walked out on the field and let the balls out of the box.

“Scared Holland?”

You said as Madame Hooch was about to blow the whistle. Tom smirked back at you.

“Never”




The game went by like any other game. Your team scored some points, the other team scored some points. Your team was losing at the moment. You hadn’t seen a glimpse of the golden snitch so you were just circling the field. You tried not being too much in your head but it had been a long time without even so much as a golden flicker in the corner of your eye.

As you were desperately trying to find the snitch Tom flew up by your side.

“Meet me at our usual spot after the match?”

The enemy feeling between the two of you from before was gone. He looked at you with the usual feeling of adoration and love in his eyes. You smiled at him, not thinking about someone who might catch the moment between two people who were supposed to hate each other, but were looking at each other with nothing but love.

“Of course!”

As you took your eyes off of Tom for just a second to look down at one of your best friend who flew by right under you, a golden shine caught your eye. By the stands, meters below you, the golden snitch was hovering. You smiled brightly, looking back at Tom.

“Then you can congratulate me on the win.”

You made a dive flying as fast as you could towards the snitch who were waiting for you to come closer before it took off. The chase was short, it was like the snitch had wanted to be caught. The crowd bursted out into cheers as you caught the bewinged ball. You raised your hand with the snitch in it as you made a victory lap around the field. You saw Tom giving you a proud smile before painting a disappointed look on his face for his teammates. You smiled to yourself. He was the best thing that had ever happened to you.




The door was already visible when you rounded the corner and entered the corridor that lead to the come-and-go-room. You pushed the heavy wooden door open to find Tom standing in front of the fireplace. The room was the same that you always met in. A king-size bed for when you couldn’t spend an entire night without each other, a couch and a tv for movie marathons and some other basic furnituring. It was like a secret home for you two.

Tom turned around when the door closed behind you. His face lit up when he saw you standing there, as beautiful as ever. You were holding a photograph in your hand. It was a photo of you, clothed in your quidditch uniform, holding your broom in your left hand and a golden snitch in your right. Under the photo, there was a golden badge with Best Seeker (y/n) (y/l/n) engraved on it. You held it up so Tom could see it.

“The best seeker of the century they say.”

Tom rolled his eyes towards you.

“You’re so modest.”

You giggled at him has you put the photograph down on a small table beside the door. You made your way towards Tom who tried to look grumpy but couldn’t help but smile and wrap his arms around you when you put your arms around his neck.

“You love me anyway.”

Tom closed the gap between the two of you and as your lips brushed against his a shiver went down your spine. You couldn’t believe that you still got affected by him in small ways like that even after almost 5 months of being together. You pulled him closer, wanting more, not ever being able to get enough of him.




You laid with your head on Tom’s chest, tracing circles on his abs. He was combing thru your hair. The fire had almost burned out by now but having Tom close kept you warm.

“The Yule Ball is coming up soon.” you stated.

“Oh I know. All the lads are talking about it.”

You rolled onto you stomach, leaning your head on your hands.

“Are we going together? It would be kind of the perfect way to tell everyone about us.”

“That’s funny.” Tom looked up at the ceiling laughing. When you didn’t laugh with him he looked back at you.  “Wait you’re serious?”

You sat up straight. You couldn’t believe this. He was laughing you off. Like it was a joke that you finally wanted to tell people that you were together.

“Why would I be joking? It’s not funny. Do you not want to go with me?”

Tom sat up as well, trying to take your hands but you pulled away. Not wanting him to touch you.

“No… I mean yes! I do want to go with you but I don’t know if it’s the right time to tell everyone about us.”

You looked at him, seeing how he was desperately trying to fix what was about to happen. You crossed your arms.

“Well when is the right time then?”

“I don’t know I just… I don’t want people to know…”

You stood up, not baring to hear another word of what Tom was about to say. You started picking your clothes from the floor, putting them on as you felt Tom look at you in silence. He didn’t know what to say. You didn’t want him to say anything. The wheels in your brain were spinning. You couldn’t help but hear his words over and over again. I don’t want people to know. How could you have been such a fool? Falling for his act. Falling for him.

You had despised him when you started at Hogwarts. Your first years there had been full of bantering with Tom day in and day out. Then everything changed when you met him on the summer break and you actually thought that things would change. Because you fell in love with him. Because you loved him. You loved him more than you knew it was possible to love someone. The last 5 months had been the best time of your life. You had never been so happy. But not being able to tell anyone, that had been hard. It had been fun too. Pretending like you hated him and then sneak away to show him how much you loved him. But all you had wanted for the last months were to run into the Great Hall and scream from the top of your lungs that you were in love with Tom Holland. Because you were so in love with him. Words couldn’t describe it. It was pure bliss.

But he obviously didn’t feel the same. If he had felt the way you felt, if he had loved you the way you loved him, then this wouldn’t be happening. He would be happy to finally be able to tell anyone and everyone that you were his and he was yours. But he didn’t want to. He didn’t want anyone to know. Because he didn’t love you.

Tears were building up in your eyes but you blinked them away before turning around to face Tom who was still sitting in the bed, looking at you like he was waiting for you to snap and start screaming at him. But you didn’t. You just looked at him with a defeated look on your face. You couldn’t be angry at him. This was your fault, that you had been so stupid that you fell for his lies. He had just wanted to get into your pants. And you had fallen for it.

“If you are so embarrassed to have me as your girlfriend you don’t have to. I can’t do this anymore.”

As the words left your lips, rolled off your tongue, you regretted them. You wanted to take them back, hug and kiss Tom and say that it was okay and that you could keep it a secret forever if it meant that you could be with him. But you couldn’t do that. It wasn’t fair to yourself. You had to stay true to yourself, even if it broke your heart.

A mortified look came upon Tom’s face as the meaning of your words sunk in. He was about to say something, maybe tell you not to do it, not walk off and leave him behind like you two had never happened. But you were already out the door and the only thing that came out of his mouth was a cry as the tears started running down his face.

You couldn’t help but wonder if you had made a mistake. Maybe it wasn’t like you thought. Maybe the reason why he didn’t want people to know was nothing like you thought. But you didn’t want to think about him so you pushed the thoughts away and held a shaky smile on your lips as you made your way from the Room of Requirement to your common room. Not until you closed your bedroom door behind you, did you let the tears escape your eyes.




The 2 weeks that followed was the worst in your life. You didn’t eat. You didn’t sleep. You were barely at any of your lessons. You skipped quidditch practise. You made your friends scared. But you couldn’t care less. Nothing mattered to you anymore. He was your life but he wasn’t yours anymore, so you didn’t have a life. You hated what you had become. One of those girls who let her whole life get ruined because of a boy. But Tom was the best thing that had ever happened to you and you couldn’t believe that you had just left him there. How could you have been so stupid. Why did you do it? You couldn’t even remember.




6 days after it happened you met Tom in the hall. He had dark circles around his eyes like he hadn’t slept, he looked pale like he hadn’t been outside, he looked thinner like he hadn’t been eating. He looked as bad as you did. Girls still turned their heads when he walked past them in the halls. He would always look hot.

When his eyes locked with yours he stopped, almost tripping over a third grade student that walked past him. It was only for a second but the gaze you shared said enough. I love you. Please come back to me. I don’t want to live without you. Then you turned your head and walked away. You couldn’t see him without feeling the tears being on the verge of falling. You had to move on. You kept on telling yourself that but it didn’t do much of a difference.




9 days after it happened was the first time you shared a class with Tom. You had avoided all of the lessons you had with him until your friends dragged you inside the classroom. They had no idea what had happened to you. You wanted to tell them but what difference would it make? It was already over and you would never be able to tell them without crying your eyes out in the process.

The class went as usual. Except you didn’t speak a single word during the whole period. You were the star of the class. You knew the answer to every question and never hesitated to show that you were the best. But you didn’t want to be best anymore. So you didn’t say anything. Not even when the teacher called out Tom for sleeping and the whole class turned to you to see if you would comment it like you always did. You flinched as you heard his name but you didn’t say anything. You couldn’t act like everything was normal because it wasn’t. You didn’t care that you would be the new topic of everyones rumours. You were not the same person you were 9 days ago.




It was on the 14 day that it all changed. 2 weeks had gone by and you were living in a world of fog and darkness. You looked like hell but you had no one to look good for so why would you care? It didn’t matter.

It was dinner in the Great Hall. They served some meat with potatoes. You didn’t eat it. You just sat there, listening to your friends talking about exams that were coming up. The Hall was as loud as it always was until a voice that you knew all too well called out loud and clear.

“Excuse me? Could I have your attention?” The whole student body looked up to the podium where Tom was standing. He looked good. You could see that he had gotten some sleep lately. You couldn’t help the nervous knot that was building up in your stomach as Tom started talking. “ So there’s this girl that I really like. No. There’s this girl that I love and I screwed everything up between us because I was too scared to tell everyone that she was my girlfriend. I don’t even know why I did that because she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and I am so lucky to have ever called her mine. I guess I was just scared that people would think I wasn’t good enough for her because she is so perfect. Like you wouldn’t believe it. Anyways. Spending time away from her has really made me see how much I need her in my life. The past 2 weeks has definitely been the worst in my life and I don’t ever want to feel like that  again so now I’m going to do one of the most terrifying things I will ever do. I am going to ask her to be my girlfriend again, in front of the whole school, here it goes.”

You couldn’t believe this was happening. You didn’t know if you should be happy or scared. He was walking towards you. He met your gaze. Your friends noticed that he was looking at you because they started whispering to you but you didn’t hear it. All that existed to you was Tom, who was on his way towards you, with the whole school watching his every step. Why had you broken up with him, again?

He was now standing behind you. You turned your body around to be able to see him. You noticed how nervous he was but he was still giving you the most wonderful smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling how he was lighting up the darkness you had been in for the last 2 weeks.

“(y/n) (y/l/n) will you please be my girlfriend again?”

You stood up. Hearing the gasps from the students around you did nothing to you. They would probably never have guessed that it was you that Tom had been talking about. You stepped closer to Tom. The smile that had been on his lips were gone. He looked like he was about to fight the mightiest wizard of all time, scared like hell. You tried keeping your face looking serious, wanting him to sweat. But you couldn’t hold it for long and when your face broke out in a smile Tom knew your answer.

“Yes!”

You crashed your lips against his, not being able to hold yourself back. The school cheered in the background. You were in the arms of your love and you never wanted to leave.

8

Bangel week - Day 1 : Favorite episode 

If we let something happen here, we’d want more. And nothing’s changed. We’d only end up having to leave each other again.

                                                                And that’s the best case scenario.

Voltron (Klance): Fic Rec List (Updated)

Edit: Added some more fics!

can you tell me by aknightley 

28k, Oneshot, T

Keith works in his brother’s coffee shop for the summer, expecting a boring break before college. Lance changes all of that.

The boy is still in the front of the group, but he doesn’t take off his glasses so Keith can’t tell what he’s really looking at – either the menu or Keith. Keith feels a flash of annoyance but smothers it and pins his smile in place.

i’m betting everything by aknightley

23k, Oneshot, T 

(a continuation of Can You Tell Me)

A summer of dates between a prince and a boy who works in a coffee shop.

“I wanted to see you.” Keith’s eyes widen a little, and he ducks his head, but not before Lance sees the smile tugging at his lips. “This is the part where you say ‘Me too, Lance,’” Lance prompts him, although he’s ridiculously charmed by Keith’s awkwardness.

“Of course I wanted to see you,” Keith says, rolling his eyes.

*The Quilted Lion by geewillikers

97.5k, Complete, Multi-chapter, T

Keith is stuck in New York City barely making ends meet so he and Pidge can live in a decent part of the city close to her university. They scrape by on the illegal winnings Keith makes in street boxing matches, but his manager, Shiro, decides that it’s time Keith gets a side job. He’s whisked into The Quilted Lion café owned by the woman Shiro’s been fawning over for over a year, only to find that he has more to worry about than his lack of magic and cooking skills-
-There’s a waiter at The Quilted Lion who is entirely Keith’s cup of tea.

Drive It Like You Mean It by Zizzani

94k, Complete, Multi-chapter, M

The Castle of Lions is the venue for the city’s most dangerous illegal street races where drivers come to test the cut of their tires. Lance has long defended his title as champion, but when a newcomer shows up and threatens his position things take an interesting turn. 

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katanakeith  asked:

Can I uhhh, recommend the Coffee and Crowns series by aknightley? I just remembered it exists and I think everyone should read it. Also, mods, thank you for everything you do, and remember to take a breather once in a while, okay? Take care of yourselves! 💞

hello ceres!!! (ur one of the 20 vld blogs i follow ilysm) also i would die for aknightleys fics thank you x - Karri

Coffee and Crowns Series by aknightley

Keith works in his brother’s coffee shop for the summer, expecting a boring break before college. Lance changes all of that.
The boy is still in the front of the group, but he doesn’t take off his glasses so Keith can’t tell what he’s really looking at – either the menu or Keith. Keith feels a flash of annoyance but smothers it and pins his smile in place.

A summer of dates between a prince and a boy who works in a coffee shop.
“I wanted to see you.” Keith’s eyes widen a little, and he ducks his head, but not before Lance sees the smile tugging at his lips. “This is the part where you say ‘Me too, Lance,’” Lance prompts him, although he’s ridiculously charmed by Keith’s awkwardness.
“Of course I wanted to see you,” Keith says, rolling his eyes.

Motionless - 19/21

Bucky x Reader, OC’s, Avengers

Summary: The team need to attend a press conference and it doesn’t go the way they had planned.

Word Count: 3,975

Warnings: Angst, panic attack, team are very protective of the couple, Bucky is pissed

A/N: Bucky’s POV, This is the last hurdle they have to go through I promise!!! It’ll be complete happiness from here on out! Thank you guys for being so patient with me as I try to get these out. Oh and Christine Everhart - the reporter - is a bitch in this part.

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8 months, 2 weeks and 5 days

Y/N and the twins were all fine and healthy. There wasn’t much time left until we welcomed them into the new world. After attending her ultrasound, watching them kick and move around I couldn’t help but be excited to meet both of them. Y/N, on the other hand, wanted to meet them long before that…..way longer than that.

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